The Wise Queen of Narnia | Peter Pevensie

Prologue

Heya readers! Thank you for checking out my fanfic.

The reason I created this fanfic is because even though there are a lot of narnian fanfics out there, I have yet to come across a fanfic where the original character got reincarnated into their world with knowledge of the narnian world and their events (in other words, isekaid! this is definitely the japanese influence in me speaking🤣)

So since there aren't any of those, I've decided to make one myself! This is actually my first time creating a fanfic (even though I have read tons of fanfictions), so please be patient with me if I make any mistakes. And I'll also try to update as much as I can, cause I have plans of finishing this story up to prince Caspian and provide some snippets of their golden years in narnia and their ordinary life after their narnian adventures (idk if I'll do the dawn treader, but we'll see).

Anyway, I do not own any characters in the chronicles of Narnia as they are own by C.S lewis, or any of the pictures I may post on this story. I only own Roselia Woods or any original characters that you may encounter in this fanfic.

Now enough about me! and time to enjoy my story😁
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As I lay awake in my hospital bed staring at the white ceiling in my room with sounds coming from the machine monitoring my vitals and feeling the oxygen entering my mouth, I reminisce the memories of my childhood and the events that led me here to my death bed.

I fondly remember my parents, who for the longest time have trouble conceiving a child. And when they finally had me, they provided all the love and care they could give me and I reciprocated in return.

They gave me everything I wanted from clothes to toys to food, if I lift as much as a finger and pointed it to an item they automatically bought it for me. We weren't a rich family but both of my parents had jobs that pays good money, thus having enough money to provide for me. I was a spoiled little girl who had loving parents that gave me everything I needed, and I have always thought that it will stay that way forever.

I was 10 when I received word about their death, police officers came to my house in the wee hours of morning saying that on their way home from their date night a drunk driver crash into their car. They were pronounced dead on the way to the hospital. The drunk driver however, survived, but with serious injuries.

I was in a dazed, in denial, I could not accept the fact that my parents died and left me alone in this world. I was angry too, at the drunk driver and at the world, for the cruelty of taking away my parents. They were good people who often donated money, food, and medicine to orphanages, care for the elderly institutions, and rehabs.

They would often bring me with them when they are visiting those places, reminding me that although I was a well provided child, not everyone can be so fortunate in life. With this lesson that will be engraved in me until adulthood and will be carried over to another life, I learned to share what I can share and donated clothes or school supplies I no longer needed.

With no relatives to take care of me, my parent's lawyer decided that I will be put in foster care. I also learned that my parent's left me inheritance money & an educational plan that will be able to provide me my schooling fees up to college. Also the drunk driver, after being discharged from the hospital, had to pay a fine for driving inebriated that led to the death of my parents, and had to serve prison time, although it won't bring back my parents it helps me in my grieving process knowing that appropriate justice was given to them.

In the years that went by after my parents death, I was transferred from one foster home to another foster home. Some had welcome me at first due to them wanting to have a child, but conceived one thus sending me away to another home (they said a bunch of excuses, but truthfully they just wanted me gone because they already have a child that came from them, viewing me as a orphan child who was just an extra mouth to feed) or they just wanted to look good in front of other people.